Daily Diversion #18: Dreams and (Dis)connections

“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”-Sylvia Plath                                

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The direct nature of old architecture appeals to me: a glance transports you to another time, and a different way of life. Your imagination is free to conjure a dozen or a hundred scenarios or conversations, sometimes in mere seconds. I walk past these handsome buildings three days a week. They reside on one of the ugliest streets in the city proper. Hemmed in by nondescript banks, a mall where no one shops, and a hideous parking garage that mercilessly casts its blight to the East and West, they are easy to miss. I’ve seen them again and again, out of the corner of a careless eye. Distracted. Too busy. Focused on a destination or a passing thought. On Monday, I finally took the time to see them. It was only for a minute or two, while standing under a canopy as my best friend withdrew money from an ATM. The weird angle is a reflection of my short stature, deep concentration, and unwillingness to find a better shot. Sense of place and ambiance are acutely important to me. The necessity of feeling a connection to my surroundings is one of the odder factors in my struggle to become a better writer. It’s one of the things I have the toughest time handling, this lack of rootedness to where I live. I’m glad that I finally took the time to become better acquainted with this trio. The slideshow image is the result, a visual memory of an important moment in my deepening relationship with this city.

14 thoughts on “Daily Diversion #18: Dreams and (Dis)connections

  1. Love all the different versions! Cool slideshow! I’m fond of #4, but ask me tomorrow and I might choose a different one, lol. I hear ya on feeling rooted. I’ve struggled with it a lot since I moved to the south several years ago.


    • Ha, I really love 4, too. I also like my original. And the black and white. Okay, so maybe they all make me happy! I’m trying harder these days to feel more rooted here. I have wonderful friends and there truly is so much to love about this city…it just doesn’t feel wholly like it is mine! It sounds like you understand that. Hopefully, it will mesh for both of us eventually.


    • Thanks. It is something that I think about/struggle with every day that I write (which is, oh, about 360 days a year). For my birthday, I am making a pledge to myself to find a better sense of place here than I have been able to these last 6 years.


      • There’s also something to be said for unsatisfactory environments. Some of the best writing and art comes out of troubled areas of the world. I often say, I’m comfortable only when I’m uncomfortable and vice versa.


      • I don’t have a problem with unsatisfactory moments or experiences, those are necessary and easy to use to my advantage. It is not even a matter of being surrounded by beauty and ease; it’s a mental thing for me, where I need to feel emotionally home in my space, my neighborhood, my city. I have one of those things fully, the other two only partially. Those needs are always evolving, though. I am trying to appreciate it all for what it is, and even for what it isn’t.


      • I’ve never had very much. I’ve given up a lot to write, love and money, and have mostly lived in the bum parts of town. I’ve learnt to enjoy them, and I’m pretty constant in my own way. I’ve resigned to feeling home nowhere and a little bit everywhere. I see the worlds I come across, and take pleasure in what they are.

        You might find a poem of mine called The Good Junky a bit interesting. It has some of this feeling of pleasure for an environment in which only the cliched writer could feel at home.


      • I cannot wait to read it! Things have been so busy here the last few days, but I will add that to my list of things to do when I have more than 5-minutes free.


      • If you do get to it…I’m going to back out of it a little, since I’m a bit unsure of its worth. I like it, but I understand that it maybe has too many rough edges to quiet most critics’ mumbles.


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